CHARACTERS: Jean Loo, Betty, Luke, The Hanks, Barry
Warnings: None <3!
(A/N: Ok so for some shitass reason Tumblr won't let me access my drafts OR my inbox rn, but I got a request from someone asking for dateables w/ a player who gets plushies of them, specifically Luke Nukem and Jean Loo. Though tumblr is fucking haywire I WILL STILL DELIVER.)
You've always sort of had an avoidance to being alone. The thought of it doesn't calm you, or fill you with peace, it just feels...empty. And boring. And miserable. Of course, you need 'alone time', here and there, but you'd much rather spend most of your day surrounded by others.
Jean Loo:
Jean Loo was always fun to be around, even if he was a little much. Just because of how it could never be boring with him. Plus, you liked the look on his face when you were able to slip in a little something in your words to fluster him. It was an amusing sight, really. You'd never grown bored of it.
And being the pest you are (affectionately, of course), you'd made it your job to try and catch him off guard once more. Without his knowledge, you had somehow gotten your hands on your very own little plush of that French rapping toilet. You'd hardly been able to cease your giggling when you'd gotten it, and you'd set it down in your room near the bedside table, and gone to bed, hoping to show it to Jean Loo in the morning.
What you did not expect was to be woken up by :
"What the fuck--EST-CE MOI???"
You sat upright in bed, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes so you could see why exactly you were hearing French yelling at 9 am. The sight that greeted you made you choke on a snort.
Jean Loo stood in the doorway of the upstairs bathroom, holding the poor plush upside-down by the leg as if it were some kind of toxic waste. He was staring at you like you had lost your mind.
"What- chérie, what the hell are you doing with a little version of Lil' Crapper? We do not need a Lil' Lil' Crapper. Also-- where would you even get this??"
"It's a secret," You giggled, watching his expression shift with barely contained amusement. "You don't like him?"
"NO!"
You burst out laughing, falling back on the bed as he watched you, still gripping onto the mini-him. You wiped your eyes, shaking your head as you attempted to speak through your chuckles.
"Wh-why not? Isn't he cute?"
"He is not! He is a mockery of the Lil' Crapper!"
"Aw, c'mon, look at him."
Jean Loo side-eyed the plush as though it had personally offended him, rolling his eyes before looking back at you and raising a brow.
"Lil' Crapper does not understand. You have all of this already, and you wish for a replacement?"
You snorted, standing up and shaking your head, plucking the plush from his hand and holding it in your arms normally, fondly smiling at it.
"No, of course not. You're the best. I just like to have a little you to have around, y'know? When the dateviators run out of charge and I can't talk to you."
He pauses, looking at the way you held the plush close to your chest. His gaze flicked back up to your face and he raised his eyebrows.
"You have this...this mini-Lil' Crapper because you miss him?"
"Yeah. I just want to have you around me always."
You had to force back a grin as you saw Jean Loo's pale face suddenly heat up, flushing with pink color. He kept up the same attitude though, and shrugged it off.
"Ah...well...Lil' Crapper guesses you can eh...keep him. Around. For a while."
"I knew you liked him."
"No! A lie! A lie! Jean Loo can't stand impersonators! They are a mockery of his art!"
Despite the claim, Jean Loo would always make sure you knew where Lil' Lil' Crapper was before the charge on your dateviators ran out, mumbling an excuse about you 'not having the energy to rap with him when you were lonely'.
Betty:
You never liked talking to Betty during the day. It always had to be at night. It wasn't like she treated you much differently at different times, but you knew that she liked to talk to you best right before bed, so you could chat and then just fall right into her arms until the sun came up.
The only issue was, once the talk was over, it wasn't really her arms you fell into. Just the bed. You wanted to hold Betty tight as you drifted off, wanted to let her know how much you loved falling asleep with her.
So, when you discovered Teddy in your closet, it sparked an idea.
Betty was waiting for you like she always was, laying down on the bed with a gentle smile and arms wide open. She always looked so soft, and comforting, and welcoming. And beautiful, naturally.
"Come here, lover, I've been waiting for you all da--"
She cut herself off, as her eyes landed on the cute little stuffie you held in your arms, and she blinked in surprise.
"Oh! Is that me?"
You nodded with a sheepish grin, holding it out so she could see it a little better.
"Uh- yeah! Sorry if it's a little weird, I just...well, I really wanted to cuddle you like you do me, so I thought..."
You were interrupted as Betty reached out and carefully disloged the plush from your hands, taking it in her freckled ones, examining it with obvious interest.
"Wow...it looks just like me. You know, lover, it's really alright. I don't mind you not being able to hold me when you sleep. In a way, you are kind of holding me. You laying on me and sleeping peacefully is heaven as is."
"Oh..." A steady rise of embarrassment crawled up your neck, and you could practically feel your cheeks turning scarlet. What were you thinking, getting a plushie of an actual person--well, a personified bed-- to sleep with?
"Yeah...that was kinda stupid of me to get, huh? I- uh, I'll just throw her out-"
A genuine smile slowly curved her plump lips, and she handed it back to you.
"That's not what I meant. I never said anything about not wanting Betty-by joining in on our heavenly rest."
Your heart swelled.
"Really?"
"Of course! I think it's adorable you'd have something as adorable as that. It's really cute...really romantic too."
She giggled, before pulling you into bed, wrapping her arms around you and sighing.
"Now get some sleep, lover. Make sure you give her a little kiss before you do."
Luke:
You felt so embarrassed that it had come to this.
Recently, you've been really paranoid about someone breaking into the house, after having an early fall horror-movie marathon by yourself. You've barely been getting any sleep, and it's taken its toll on you.
Maybe so much so that instead of ordering a better home security system or something, you made another decision.
So now you had a stuffed plush of fucking Luke Nukem.
You didn't know why exactly you chose this out of all things, but in every interaction you've had with him, he's always made you feel safe. Like he would protect you from anything, even if half the things he's protecting you from....don't exist. But still, it had comforted you. You placed it by your front door every day, and just knowing Luke Jr. was watching out for you made you rest easier.
So much so, that after a while, you just kept him there, near the doorway, almost forgetting he was even there in the first place.
Up until, of course, this morning. You'd just finished talking to Kopi, cup of a steaming latte in your hands. You were being extremely careful with it, setting it down on the counter with gentle precision to ensure not a drop spilt on you or the surface top.
"RANGER!!"
You jumped and almost tipped the cup over, but saved it just in time, gripping it suddenly with both hands, though it burned your fingers. Better than a lecture from Daisuke. You let out a sigh of relief and turned to see Luke bounding over to you, a beam on his face.
"Ranger! There you are! Listen- first off, how dare you!"
You blinked at him, trying to process his words.
"...How dare me?"
"Yes! How dare m-- you!" He repeated, pointing a finger at you. "I can't believe it soldier...after all we've been through..."
You were genuinely worried now, eyes flitting around as though trying to understand what he was talking about.
"I'm...sorry?"
"Why didn't you tell me we had a kid??"
Silence.
You stared him dead in the eye, trying to gauge if you heard him correctly. "A...kid."
"YES!" He declared, now switching immediately back to how he'd been when he greeted you, as he suddenly shoved something in your face. Realization dawned on you, and you looked back at him.
"Luke-- that's not our kid. That's a plushie. Of you."
More silence.
"...Oh. I did think it was a little strange for a kid to have the same mustache as me."
You couldn't help a smile from cracking your face as you watched him slowly come to terms with the truth.
"Sorry, Luke. I bought it to make me feel better about intruders."
"Intruders?? WE HAVE-"
"No! No! We're fine. We're fine. I just like the comfort of seeing you ready to protect me from anything."
"OH! ...I see now, Ranger." Luke said, nodding along. He took a moment before handing the plush back to you. "Luke Jr. is a fine young soldier. Any intruders will be SMASHED by the sheer power of RADIATIOOOOON!! Soldiers need to protect their own, and he won't fail you!"
You snickered, taking Luke Jr. in your arms as you listened to him. As odd as it was, Luke's words did a lot more to comfort you than you expected, and instead of placing him at the door that night, you tucked him in beside you.
The Hanks:
The Hanks were always so full of surprises. They seemed to be nothing short of spontaneous, loud, bright, and everything along those lines. Every time you'd go up to talk to them, they'd have something new to do with you, or show you, or tell you. With all these constant surprises they had for you, you'd often tried to think up what kind of surprise you could give them. Something they'd like that didn't involve you having to buy bungee jumping gear.
Eventually, it hit you. And so here you were in front of the closer, sliding open the door before quickly hiding your hands behind your back. You found the Hanks huddled together as usual, probably doing one of their 37-minute-long meditation sessions. However, as soon as they see you, they instantly perk up, waving and greeting you.
"Heyyyy, House Homie's back!"
"Oh, dude, we missed you so much! It's been foreeeeever since you've come to see us."
"Yeah, bro. At first, we kinda thought, like- Hank 3 may have been a little cringe-"
"Bro!"
"Sorry, dude. But like- we didn't know for sure."
You laughed, shaking your head dismissively at their assumptions.
"Guys, it's fine. Hank 3 didn't drive me away or anything."
A collective sigh of relief from all five of the Hanks sounded, and Hank #1 gave you a thumbs up and a wide grin.
"Great, homie! So, uh...why didn't you visit us, then?"
He didn't sound judgmental (you doubt the Hanks could really ever be that judgy), just genuinely curious. You smiled, shifting your weight as you kept your hands behind your back.
"Wellll, I really wanted to visit, I promise. You guys are awesome."
"No cap?"
"No cap. But, I was a little busy making these!"
With that, you revealed with a flourish what you had been concealing behind you--five little sewn-together Hanks plushes, each individually made for each Hank. Your smile widened as you watched their reactions, each of them looking at each other and then at you, in shock, wide smiles nearly splitting their faces.
"WHOOOAAA DUDE!!" Hank #4 exclaimed with a toothy grin, picking up his perfect tiny replica, eyes sparkling.
"You MADE these, brah??" Hank #2 asked, staring at the plushies in your hands, in awe of all the tiny little details you'd included. "Wowww..."
"No, for real, dudes! This is gnarly!" Hank #3 laughed, noticing how you'd given his in particular a little stitched-on smirk.
"Aw, check it, bros! Lil' mini Hanks!" Hank #1 spoke over your shoulder, poking his on the head.
"Mini Hanks.." Hank #5 repeated, staring at his miniature with a look that could only be described as wonder. As well as something else you couldn't quite place, but you didn't have time to think about it as five different bodies suddenly enveloped you in a tight hug, and you let out a muffled snort as they squeezed you.
"Dude, how are we gonna thank you for this??"
"Aw, guys, it was nothing."
"It's EPIC, is what it is!"
"Yeah, homie! Don't downplay it!"
You smiled at each of them, all holding their respective mini-selves proudly.
"It really was nothing, I don't need anything for it."
The Hanks all seemed to collectively decide to ignore this, and they talked among themselves about how exactly to thank you for quite a while, before Hank #3 suddenly raised his hand and yelled out.
"OOH, OOH! EXTREME MAKEOUT TIME!!"
"YEAH!!"
You just went along with it.
Barry:
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
You looked around the room over and over again. Under pillows, in the closet, under laundry, over and over again, but no luck. Oh, fuck, you were screwed.
A while ago, you'd gotten a little plush of Barry as a joke, just to make him laugh. You'd kept it around because you found it cute, and it had been in your bedroom since.
Well, until today.
You ran a hand through your hair as you let out a breath. It wasn't like that thing was all that important to you, but it being a plush of Barry of all things made it a little more of a big deal to you. You felt bad for losing a plush of him, it felt irresponsible, and kind of shitty. So, you were determined to find it.
But after hours of looking, you still came up empty-handed, defeated. So, with a heavy heart, you walked into the bathroom to tell Barry what had happened--
Only to find him staring back at you, still, holding the plush and about three makeup brushes in one hand, a lipstick in his mouth, and two shades of equally beautiful pink blushes in his other hand. You stared at him, silent, and he stared right back at you, also silent.
After a while, he smiled around the lipstick, setting a few of the brushes down and taking the lipstick out of his mouth, grimacing a bit at the taste.
"Oh, sorry, darling, that's just a vile flavor. I know they say beauty is on the inside, not the outside, but that kind of beauty should probably just stay on the outside.."
He chuckled to himself before pausing to hold up the plushie with a beam.
"Ah- and what do you think? I gave Barry 2 a little makeover...something subtle, but still just as beautiful!"
You didn't answer, prompting a question of your own instead.
"So...you have him? You've just been giving him makeovers?"
"Yes, I told you that earlier, didn't I, hun?" He asked, furrowing a (very hydrated) brow, puzzled. "Or was it Amir I told...oh, dear, I'm so, so sorry, darling, I must've told Amir and forgotten to tell you. I didn't write it down because it didn't even seem all that important--"
"Whoa, whoa, Barry, it's okay." You reassured him, walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's just a plushie. It's fine." Ironic, you were saying that after freaking out two minutes ago, but Barry didn't have to know that.
Barry took a few breaths before nodding sheepishly. "Oh, you're right, you're right. It's just a plush, not a bomb, or someone's child. Just little Barry 2."
He held up the plush so you could see it, brightness returning to his face. "But you didn't answer, darling! Is he everything you ever dreamed?"
You smiled at the little bits of easily washable eyeshadow lightly dusted onto Barry 2's eyes. An itty-bitty canvas, but Barry's work was always nothing short of excellent. At least when it came to his passions.
"That and more," you told him, planting a tiny kiss on the stuffie's forehead.
"Just don't make me tear the place apart looking for him next time."
"Mm, no promises, darling."
I've been having awful cramps and throwing up the whole day, writing this was honestly such a fun thing to take my mind off it :)
I’d love to see your thoughts on how the Hanks would react to MC trying out their Hank jumpsuit! I think they’d all go heart eyes 😍
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a/n: they definitely have MEGA heart eyes… and some nsfw thoughts (no smut, just internal horny!)
h1nk would think the MC is cute as a button in his jumpsuit, especially if it’s baggy on them cuz he’s the most jacked of the hanks. if the MC does sweater paws (y’know what i’m talking about), he will go feral. expect lots of kisses all over your face if you wear his jumpsuit! this hank can’t help but be overjoyed to have you sport his iconic jumpsuit.
h2nk would blush deeply if MC wears his jumpsuit, especially if they wear his gloves with it. he thinks they look so ‘freaking cool, bro’ and has to restrain himself from jumping their bones. he’s the smallest of the hanks in height but by no means is he the lankiest, boy is buff and it shows when you wear his suit. he’ll kiss the daylights out of you for wearing his jumpsuit.
h3nk would make a cheeky comment on how sexy MC looks in his jumpsuit. His flirtations mask his flustered state, as he admires how gorgeous the MC looks in his jumpsuit, especially if they’re drowning in the fabric because he’s the beefiest of the hanks. he also comments on how he’d love to ‘jump in your pants’, but he’s all bark and no bite. you have to make the first move and kiss him before he bombards you with all sorts of love.
h4nk would break out into his signature grin at the sight of MC in his jumpsuit. he’s the tallest of the hanks at 6’4” so there’s a 97% possibility that the MC looks like a child swamped in their dad’s shirt. he thinks MC’s adorable, a ‘certified cute patootie, no cap!’ kind of adorable. he’ll embrace you and lift you off the ground, peppering you in so many kisses. the amount of adoration given soon makes you dizzy and giddy, unable to help yourself from how sweet your blond is.
h5nk would be gawking at the sight of MC in his jumpsuit. his mind is running at a thousand miles per hour, a zillion thoughts at once but most being how cute and breedable MC looks. he’s the leanest of the hanks with a sleeper build so his jumpsuit somewhat accommodates but if you’re plus sized, it definitely shows off your assets. you need to take the initiative and egg him on before he snaps and goes wild lover boy mode. he worships you in his jumpsuit, you’re simply divinity in his eyes.
TW: P in V, Oral, Hickeys, 5 Partners, Aftercare, Slight Public Masturbation, Roleplay, Breeding, SHORT! NOT Proofread!
A/N: Ughh it's been forever! Sorry if it's OOC, I haven't touched the keyboard in a while 😔 Thanks for the Request! ❤︎ ya!
ʚɞ They are SO impatient.
ʚɞ They try to wait their turns, really!! But watching one of them fuck you into the sheets, your body jumping with every sharp thrust, they get antsy.
ʚɞ The Hanks would do anything to get their hands on you. To breed you.
ʚɞ As we all know, Hank no.5 wants to be a dad. And he can prove it. He cums in you like there's no tomorrow. Hands clutching at your sides, arching your ass onto his hips as his tip bumps against your walls.
ʚɞ But really, they ALL want to breed you. They'll whisper sweet words into your ear, voices sweet as honey as they rub at your aching clit.
ʚɞ They're ALL greedy to see you pregnant. Watching your body change; belly swollen with life, tits spilling from the confinements of your shirt makes them squirm.
ʚɞ Hanks no.1 and no.4 love to get blowjobs. Watching your sweet mouth sucking their cocks in could genuinely make them cum on the spot.
ʚɞ Hank no.2 is fine with tracing your perfect body up and down. He lives to see his hands engulfing your soft flesh, and he loves even more to grind his cock into your side.
ʚɞ Hanks no.3 and no.5 are the most impatient. They YEARN for you and your tight cunt. During foreplay, they have to hold themselves back from thrusting into you.
ʚɞ The Hanks loveee to mark you up. Your plush body serves as a canvas for hickeys of different sizes and shades. But you can’t tell which mark is from who
ʚɞ You just know them like that <3
ʚɞ SIT ON THEM!! Lap or face, they don't care. They love it!!
ʚɞ Aftercare feels like heaven!!
ʚɞ All five are so diligent in taking care of you and your needs, it’s hard to imagine how rough they could be.
ʚɞ They bring you anything you need. The Hanks are like your personal butlers… that offer special services.
ʚɞ Speaking of, roleplay is 100% ON THE TABLE!!
ʚɞ And, if you like it, it’s definitely a common occurrence. They each have their own unique ideas!!
ʚɞ But one of their favorite scenarios, by far, is when you act like their coach. Bossing them around and making them listen to you? Sounds like a dream come true.
ʚɞ Ohh and they LOVE when your vocal!! The Hanks go out of their ways to circle their finger tips your pretty clit. Especially in public. The soft whimpers you make under your breath to avoid getting caught makes them spiral.
ʚɞ They beg you to wear skirts ore often. It's easy access.
ʚɞ But, besides playing with your body, and making you cum, they just love you. In all of your you glory.
• They have their own version of the D Club (hello Game Grumps fans) that they've incorporated into their routine. They all stand around in a circle naked and hype up each other's dicks. "Rad pubes, my dude!"
• Hank 4 is dyslexic. I can just feel it. He also desperately needs glasses!
- If you're their partner, the Hanks WILL invite you to join! No matter what bits you have, they are going to celebrate you!! Alternatively, if you find out by accidentally walking in on them, Hank 3 asks the others to make room for you.
• Each Hank has a favorite stunt. Hank 1 likes parkour, Hank 2 loves driving race cars (toy cars), Hank 3 likes Hank-gliding the most, Hank 4 enjoys surfing, and Hank 5 loves any stunt that includes rollerblading.
• Tickle monsters. All of them. Hanks 1 and 4 are the most opportunistic, though.
• The Hanks share a close friendship with Tony. He's the one who builds all their crazy sets! Tony also encouraged them to drop the Red Bowl sponsor pre-game, he just wants his friends to be safe :(
• Hank 5 is the only one who isn't a restless sleeper. He lies comfortably on his side while the others snore, kick, talk, and probably fall off the bed in their sleep. And he wouldn't have it any other way! It's like soothing white noise to him.
• THEY HAVE MATCHING PAJAMAS!! AND THEY'RE VERY CUTE!!!! They'll try to persuade you to match with them.
• The Hanks have a ridiculously elaborate secret handshake. It's their way of saying "I love you" and it takes 2 whole minutes to complete.
• MASTERS at hide n' seek. You are not finding them unless they want to be found. They'll go easy on you, though, if you're struggling.
• Try as they might to be brave, none of them can handle horror movies. Hank 1 tries to act tough and ends up hiding behind or under any sort of cover. Hank 3 wants to be smooth and hopes you'll squeeze him real tight when you get scared... but ends up hiding his face in your shoulder after like 30 minutes. Hank 4 SHRIEKS and dives into the nearest hiding spot. Hank 5 curls up and covers his face :(((. Hank 2 knew all this would happen and still screams at the scares anyway. Don't spook them, please, they startle like horses.
• They are terrible cooks. Hanks 4 and 5 are decent bakers, but that's about it. Hanks 3 and 2 know tons about proper nutrition, but end up getting cheap stuff because they can't cook. This makes Hank 1 the takeout king, he always orders from the best spots.
- They'd be the best tippers, too! Delivery drivers come back from the Casa House LOADED.
